All the silverware and dishes are poisoned
We're having you over as guests
Sit back and take it in slowly
Cause humans have meat to
So why don't we waste them
This sharpened hatchet is eager for blood
I'm so hungry, my mouth waters for you
This blood lust has grown into a monster
I'm ready to let him loose
I want to tear off your skin
And soak my fingers in blood
Tastes so good, puts me in the mood

And when I'm all done
I want to sew you together
And make you my
Personal doll